Thoughts from an afternoon

As I sit upon this grassy knoll reminding me of psalms so beautifully written to remind me of His presence here with me I hear the cries and laughter of those on the ride of steel. Seeing only the soliloquy of life represented in this moment I am panged to think that they are within feet of knowing the one in which they seek. That the thrills in which they chase on the ups and downs and twists and turns of this man made beast could never compare to the son of man. That the knots of this ride isn't what will satisfy but only the knots of a tree. A tree carried by a man so innocently bleeding across these knots...the knots...the blemishes that serve to remind of a disease that deformed the original design but after being worked on by the Master is carved and polished to be beautiful and desired. These knots on this tree carried by the one who was sent be the thrill that I search for, that I long for, that I desire...this knotted tree from an ordinary field not raised to be anything eloquent or carving so glorious but simple known from seedlingly that the One wino breathed life into the seed knew that it was to grow into the tree used by the Master to set this world free so that the one that is driven by the thrills of life would some day come to know the One who loves him so, every knot, every up and every down was there to be breathed on and one day used by the Master. It's on this moment that I realize I am here. Here to sing of His love so amazing, so unchangeable, so astonishing and His beauty and magnificence that is mine to sing, nay to shout to the one on the man made beast HEY JESUS LOVES YOU!

starbucks and the samaritan woman

I’m going to warn you… what I’m about to say you may not want to hear for once you’ve heard you will be held accountable for your own actions…

Recently my little brother came home for a friend’s wedding and during one of the days in which we actually spent some time together we took a little drive thru one of my favorite places for a little pick me up… Starbucks :)

Now we’re in the drive thru and all my brother is saying “Hey kid how's those slave camps treating ya” and “Hey local coffeeshops that are being shut down and dreams that are crushed” and “Hey babies that can't talk due to there being aborted” (I just copied and pasted those quotes directly from his twitter feed @sethcaleb so any misspellings are his and his alone) and I’m like “Shut up”

But then later that night as I partake in my nightly ritual of scrolling through the facebook and twitter feeds to tire my eyes so I can actually go to sleep, I see the above mention quotes on my brother’s twitter feed and I’m suddenly appalled and angry and disappointed all at the same time…

….I’m a woman, I can do that…

And then this thought hit me… “do I really contribute to the very things I fight against?” I support charities that rescue girls from sex trafficking and slaves from camps and local shelters for women to get counseling and not abortions and I want to open my own little coffee shop.

With my small addiction to Starbucks am I in turn putting the money in the hands of these people and every other organization Starbucks supports? Just like the state farm commercial (or whatever that insurance company is) where the husband bought a falcon because of the savings he made from switching insurance companies.

Am I?

This is a serious concern…no seriously it is

Like I want those things that I do to bring God glory right? So in my every day walk I have to make decisions to do that and by going to a business that operates under ideals that are contrary to the Word of God itself is that in turn sinning because I consciously ordered my Non-Fat Iced Grande Mocha?

That’s the line that I’m at. There’s no way to avoid the world because we’re in it. But like what does the Word of God say about these situations…I have to pay taxes…unavoidable…even if you’re on Obama’s cabinet…but what about the pleasures of life like coffee. And chocolate. And Ice cream…

You get my drift? What is the end line here…

As to each decision a person makes in their life and just as the Samaritan women whom Jesus spoke to at the well, her own village didn’t believe her till they say it for themselves, this choice is one in which I will need to procure a revelation to. As will you.

We can’t take the ideals of any one person until we receive a revelation of it in our hearts.

And I hope…they’re right